Song For A Blue Guitar

When everything we felt failed

And some music soft in distant sails

But it don't sound like it did before

Then i know i'm left with nothing more

Than my own soul

When pretty pictues face back

But your coats aren't hanging on the rack

And blue water turns to

A place that i can't get to

A place that i can't

In a room all i feel

Is the cold that you left

Through the air all i see

Is your face full of blame

What's left to see

What's there to see

In the room all i feel

Is the cold that you left

Through the air all i see

Is your face full of blame

What's left to see

What's there to see

What's left to see